(Pretty simple concept here.)
A voice of warning
That your face will stay that way
You aim to prove her wrong
A voice of education
That greens will help you grow
You eat them to get dessert
A voice of preparation
That you always wear clean underwear
You never understood this
A voice of prediction
That you need a coat in case it rains
You strip it off in minutes
A voice of frustration
That she brought you in and she can take you out
You know to call her bluff
A voice of comfort
Singing you to sleep at night
You finally listen to your mother
Legends of Windemere 
Oh how lovely! It seems that most moms had the same advice about clean underwear. I recently heard Flint Lockwood’s mom (and dad) give the wear-a-coat-when-it-rains advice. 😄
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Thanks. Guess the advice was always passed down.
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How true! I got the clean underwear and your face will stay that way on a weekly basis.
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Never got those. My mom was low on the warnings.
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A terrific poem, Charles. Says it all.
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Thanks.
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What a fun poem. My parents never said this one to me, though: “brought you in and can take you out.” Just lucky, I guess.
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Mine never said it either. Heard friends mention it.
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Love this!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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